tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71097249754240295452024-02-06T23:53:47.490-05:00Journey to Baby JonesThe story of how the Jones Family
of Five came to be and our adventures as we unravel this thing called parenting.About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.comBlogger251125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-88227750078567637382015-06-04T20:30:00.002-04:002015-06-04T20:30:52.602-04:00House news.......I realized that my last post on May 15th mentioned that our house had been on the market for one week. Well the day after that post, we received an offer and a contract. With that in hand, we then made an offer and a contract on a new home. The processes are now just winding their way painfully thru to the closing. One would think that buying a new home would be a rainbows and unicorns type of process but it has been full of highs and lows to which I can only compare to my experiences with the adoption process--it's been awful and completely stressful. I can honestly say that I don't want to do this again! <br />
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Our days are now busy sorting and packing 15 years worth of stuff. The main level of our house is full of boxes--some of which I've had to reopen to retrieve some item that we've needed to use--this part of the process is definitely making me put a keen eye on everything I'm packing. I'm trying to be less sentimental about objects but it's really hard to let go of some stuff.<br />
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While all this has been going on, life has not stopped. The girls have finished out their school year and our extracurricular activities are winding down. I think there is going to be a huge collision of events around the time we are supposed to close on the house but I'm trying to push that to the fartherest recesses of my mind.<br />
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In a week or so all the summer activities will start and I'm hoping it will be a welcome break from all of this house stress. The pics below are of the girls last couple of weeks of school--picnics, band concert and kindergarten graduation.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss M with her teachers at the end of school year picnic!</td></tr>
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-65286327447474008662015-05-15T06:14:00.001-04:002015-05-15T06:14:54.873-04:00The really crazy news.....So this is where it gets really crazy! We put our house on the market last week! <br />
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In theory, it will sell quickly and then we can go about finding another house. The reason.....trying to lessen our daily commute. R commutes to work--approximately one hour each way and now I "commute" to taking the girls to school--approximately one hour each way. And since they have to be dropped off and picked up, that's two hours a day.<br />
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We love the school that G has attended for the past three years. If you are not familiar with university model schooling, do yourself a favor and take a look here--- <a href="http://www.graceprepschool.org/about-grace-preparatory-school/" target="_blank">Grace Preparatory School</a> . G will be moving into the middle school and K will be attending the elementary school this coming fall. That will mean five days of commuting---that's two hours a day, 50 miles per day, and 250 miles per week. And don't forget to add in Little Miss M's preschool schedule which is at a completely different school. <br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-73268528369056391942015-04-29T06:45:00.002-04:002015-04-29T06:45:43.031-04:00Crazy, Busy TimesThe title says it all, "crazy, busy times" around here. The month of April is almost over and we are getting ready to head into "manic May." <br />
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We celebrated my sweet girl's 6th birthday this month. Her day started with donuts from Krispy Kreme and then opening presents. Followed by a trip to the movies to see "Home," lunch at CiCi's, and then a trip to Toys R' Us. It was a good day to have a birthday!<br />
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We also celebrated Easter. In fact, K's birthday fell on Easter Sunday this year. We did birthday celebrations on Saturday and spent Sunday with families. The little girls also had Easter parties and activities at their school. Lots of pictures to sort thru below!<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-31007091927377017922015-03-17T10:49:00.001-04:002015-03-17T10:49:06.638-04:00You must have been a beautiful baby........."You must have been a beautiful baby, cause baby, look at you now........."<br />
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I blinked and my sweet G has turned 11. She is growing into such a beautiful young woman--on the inside and the outside. (Spoken like a true mother :-)<br />
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This was the first year that she didn't have a big "to-do" with all her friends. I wish we could do the big party every year but we agreed after age 10 to only do parties on mile-stone birthdays. (Definitely some mommy-guilt on my part on this one.) We opted to spend the day together as a family this year--donuts for breakfast, a trip to Roberson's Music to buy a piccolo, to Sweet Reasons cupcake shop to pick out cupcakes for everyone, to the movies to see the new release "Cinderella" and then dinner at El Charro. <br />
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The picture below is our first family of three pic taken while we were in China and G's school pic from this year. I can only say, "Wow!"<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-69950196878309159792015-03-12T05:49:00.001-04:002015-03-12T05:49:44.881-04:00and I wonder where she gets it?????I recently ordered new fleece-lined Crocs for the girls and instead of my choices, they got to pick out their own.<br />
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K chose a pair of dark pink Crocs with a zebra-stripe lining. This definitely fits my "totally out there" girls.<br />
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Little Miss M chose a pair of Minnie Mouse Crocs-no surprise there! When they arrived we had the big try on and I asked her how they felt. Her response, "not real comfortable, but their soft on the inside."<br />
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Spoken like a true female.........not good, not bad, just always in the middle. One day she is going to make someone the perfect wife!<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-72355395551877818982015-02-11T06:32:00.003-05:002015-02-11T06:32:33.897-05:00"The Goose is Sensitive"Each time we leave our house, we have to drive past a small pond where geese and ducks gather. The ducks seem to keep to themselves and stay off the road but the geese are always going back and forth, making driving a bit of a hazard at times.<br />
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Yesterday we were on our way out of the neighborhood, and I was in a hurry, and we come up on three geese taking their time crossing the rode. I slowed down and gently, eased up on them to hopefully convey the message that we needed to get a move on.<br />
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From the backseat a little voice says, "Mom, be careful! Goose are very sensitive. They are from God and Jesus and you must be very careful with them!"<br />
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Nothing like getting admonished on your driving skills from a 5 year-old!About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-12062700116132674852015-02-06T19:13:00.000-05:002015-02-06T19:13:18.772-05:00Out with old, in with the new......<span id="goog_1985712290"></span><span id="goog_1985712291"></span><br />
This past week I had to fill out a medical form for one of the girls that asked, "at what age were they sitting on their own," "at what age did they self-feed," "at what age did they walk unassisted." I was pretty clueless when trying to recall that information from memory---I'm sure that makes me a bad parent---the good thing was that I was able to get most of the information from this blog! So I now have a renewed sense of keeping this thing updated, not only so my children will have a record of all their growth accomplishments, but so that I can fill out future medical forms :-)<br />
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It was a crazy, busy December with the holidays and all the Christmas programs, parties, and family get-togethers. I also got a new desktop and I'm struggling to get pictures from my phone to my desktop. It seems there should be a much easier way than emailing them to myself from my phone.<br />
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Next, January followed with some missed school days because of the weather, and what seemed like daily dance practice for the Nutcracker performance that the two oldest girls were in. The end of the month finished with the girls all being sick.<br />
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Thankfully, February is slowly, moving along, and I am just enjoying the moments before it's time to get into the craziness of scheduling summer camps and activities. <br />
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I've tried to just recap some of December and January in the pictures that follow. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is this one beautiful kid, or what?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That face! Really?? He's as bad as the kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls delighted in seeing how fast they could make this thing spin.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G's first band concert.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kindergarten Nativity Play. K was one of the "WiseGirls".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preschool Christmas Program.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My two peas in a pod. I'm relishing the matching outfits because I know that it's not going to last much longer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at those cheesy grins! Like father, like daughter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G's school Christmas party. Love the photobomb!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas celebration at Grammy's house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas celebration at Mimi's house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas Eve celebration at Aunt Brenda's house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G and K were Santa's Helpers this year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning at our house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss M loving her new Minnie Mouse Hat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sweet, handsome Bobo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the first tooth came out in January, and on the same day as her BFF.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snapped this pic of the tooth fairy's visit--wink, wink :-) K's only comment, "why doesn't she have any shoes on?"</td></tr>
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-55292107514104791052014-12-12T19:58:00.000-05:002014-12-12T19:58:44.262-05:00I need 2 more weeks.......Wow! Where has the time gone? Along mid-November I was feeling totally in control--gifts ordered and divvied out to the grandparents, Christmas cards ordered, teacher gifts almost complete, and a plan to have everything wrapped and tucked away by Dec. 1. <br />
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Surprise! Nothings wrapped and I'm still finishing projects. It's crazy! I'm pretty sure that I didn't take into consideration how challenging the girls' schedules would be--school programs, extra-curricular activities, holiday related activities, etc. Somehow it seems they all have to take place between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Trying to take a deep breath and enjoy the spirit of the holiday as we head into the last week of school before Christmas break!<br />
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A little photo recap of the end of November: <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The majority of the girls chose "Pocahontas" as their Indian name :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss M doing the goodbye song with her teacher, Miss Jessica.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Making our list and checking it twice, and then adding some more!</td></tr>
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-4476035194939210542014-11-18T06:10:00.001-05:002014-11-18T06:10:35.605-05:00From the back of the bus.......On the way to school the other day we were talking about school, college, jobs, and what you want to do when you grow up. G said that she wants to go to college and be a teacher. K said she wanted to have magic ice powers like Elsa. <br />
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G tried to tell her that was not going to be a good choice and what did she really want to be.....her answer, "Okay, okay, I'll be a fairy!"<br />
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Love that girl!!!! Hope she can keep that sense of innocence with her for a long time!<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-91250117698295403562014-11-09T07:54:00.001-05:002014-11-10T06:19:44.789-05:00There was a little parrotSo, I'm pretty sure that my kids don't listen to me when I'm talking. That's why I have to tell them three times to quit jumping on the furniture, and sometimes that is still not enough. But then there are times when I am amazed, and not even aware, that I've said or did something that sticks with them.<br />
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This past week the Littles and I were picking G up from school. G gets into the car and this is the conversation between her and Little Miss M:<br />
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M: G, what you did in school today?<br />
G: I had a spelling test and a social studies test today.<br />
M: Den? (that's "then" translated to toddler speak)<br />
G: I went to computer and bible.<br />
M: Den?<br />
G: I had lunch and recess.<br />
M: Den?<br />
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And this conversation went on much longer than I've detailed here. I just want to say, "thank you G for having patience with her"! <br />
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And I'm amazed by this because........it's pretty close to word-for-word what I ask/say when I pick the Littles up from school each day. It's also proof (and hope) that something is getting thru and staying in there :-)<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-55004656573683459342014-10-25T06:32:00.000-04:002014-10-25T06:32:05.824-04:00Within earshot......Overheard from the family room:<br />
K: "What's it smell like?"<br />
Little Miss M: "It smells like butt."<br />
Then lots of giggles from both of them.<br />
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Little Miss M demonstrating her "crab dance":<br />
I say out loud, "I wonder where she learned that," thinking that it must be on a TV show that they watch and K responds, "she learned it in China."<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-54531743954143597782014-10-20T07:01:00.002-04:002014-10-20T07:01:50.437-04:00Is 5:30pm too early for bed???It is starting to catch up with me---the back to back activities on Monday and Tuesday----by the time Thursday afternoon rolls around and there are no more scheduled activities, I feel like it is the weekend and I am in slacker mode. Suffice to say that on Monday and Tuesday my creative juices are starting to wane when it comes to ideas to make our "while we are waiting" time fun. Dinner has to be planned out and executed before we arrive home, if the kids are going to get anything healthy--thank you crockpot!<br />
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Thankfully, the kids are doing well and enjoying school and the activities. K had Umbrella Day--you can't see her face but she's under the Dora umbrella.<br />
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G and Little Miss M are also doing great! Little Miss M would love to go to prek more than two mornings a week but this Momma is not ready to let her go yet! Knowing they are enjoying school and the extra-curricular activities keeps me chugging along, "I can do it, I can do it, I can do it!"<br />
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K's soccer has finished for the season (that's one thing off of the list for now). Here she is with her BFF. These girls have been friends since they went to Toddlin' Time and now they are in Kindergarten and soccer together.<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-63382236284093515222014-10-03T20:15:00.000-04:002014-10-20T06:32:24.961-04:00It sure has gotten crazy around here.....It sure has gotten crazy around here. When I was putting pen to paper and laying everyone's schedules out for the fall, it all worked so nicely in theory. Reality is a different beast all together!<br />
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Monday starts off with me taking K to kindergarten at 8:45am while R stays home and works with G on her school work and entertains M (thank goodness she is content to play by herself sometimes!). I return from drop-off and he departs for work by 10:30am. At 11:45am I load the car with G and M and we go pickup K from kindergarten. We then rush back home where we have 45 minutes to scarf down a delicious, nutritious lunch (insert sarcasm here!) and then we're back in the car again on our way to G's private flute lesson, followed by band practice. While this is all taking place, I am desparately trying to convince K and M that it is "rest time" in the car. G rejoins our merry troop and then we set off for the ballet studio for one of her weekly classes. Providing no one dawdles after ballet class, we make it home by 6:00pm and I rush to get another nutritious meal (insert more sarcasm!) into my children and then rush them upstairs for bath and bedtime by 8:00pm (that's the goal but more frequently, it's 8:30pm).<br />
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We wake-up on Tuesday and start a slight variation of the routine again. By the time Friday rolls around, I am giddy with exhaustion. The question is, when is to much, too much? Between school and extra curricular activities it seems we are on the go all the time. I now realize why my mom let us only do one activity after school!<br />
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So glad we had the opportunity to spend a week at the beach last month even though in now seems like a distant memory..........<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-60824930951893098592014-09-16T21:30:00.004-04:002014-09-16T21:30:55.756-04:00and this was supposed to be the easy one.......Everyone knows it's going to be hard to send the first child off to preschool, but the third? It should have been a piece of cake to drop her off at her class and head out into my two and half hours of "me" time, but when she got to the classroom door and held out her hand and said, "I'm going to miss you Mommy!", it was all I could do to hold it together until I could get to the car :-( I was so out-of-sorts about the drop-off, and stalking my phone in case the school called me to come get her, that I didn't really enjoy my "me" time at all!<br />
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But on a positive note, she had a great first day of preschool! She was excited and couldn't wait to show me what she had worked on when I picked her up. <br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-7345574229065662522014-08-23T07:33:00.001-04:002014-08-23T07:33:21.665-04:00Tiaras anyone?August has brought us some pretty interesting days and in some respects, I am glad it is coming to a close.<br />
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My sweet K had to have some dental surgery--a root canal and then insertion of six stainless steel crowns. Because of the amount of work that needed to be done, we chose to put her under general anesthesia. This momma was a mess! My rational mind knew that she couldn't sit still for that length of a procedure and that she was already a little scared about going to the dentist, but there is no telling the heart to be rational as you watch them put your child under. G had to have a similar dental procedure when she was five and you would think I would be a veteran at this, but no, it was like doing it for the first time. No matter how much you try to convince your child that it's not going to be a big deal, it's a big deal! <br />
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Thankfully, the procedure went smoothly, was over pretty quick, and K bounced back pretty quickly from the anesthesia. Other than her teeth being sore for a couple of days, she hasn't really mentioned it at all. Now, little Miss M on the other hand, is fascinated by K's crowns. She asks frequently if she can see K's "tiaras". That's a hoot! I'm sure the dentist could the sell the idea of getting crowns much easier to little girls if he would just call them tiaras!<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-65640701977413157992014-08-02T08:56:00.000-04:002014-08-02T08:56:51.356-04:00We came, we saw, we conquered......Okay, we'll maybe we didn't actually conquer Walt Disney World, but we definitely tried to visit and see everything there. (Which is actually impossible if you've ever been there.) We did a five day trip and maybe covered half of what they have to offer.<br />
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There were parts of WDW that will have to wait for another trip--Downtown Disney, Typhoon Lagoon, the mini-golf park, Wide World of Sports complex, Animal Kingdom. This trip was primarily focused on the Magic Kingdom. We did spend a day in Epcot and a day in Hollywood Studios but at their current ages, the girls were most interested in what the Magic Kingdom had to offer--Minnie Mouse and the princesses.<br />
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Our last trip to Disney was five years ago--G was five years-old-and we went at the end of October. Note to self-remember October for the next trip! I couldn't believe how hot and humid it was for only being May. The heat zapped my crew! By 2:00pm in the afternoon, everyone was wiped out--including me. So thankful that we stayed on a Disney property and were able to take advantage of the pool in the afternoons. <br />
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The upgrades in technology over the past five years were also phenomenal. Last time we had paper tickets and this time everything (room key, park tickets, fast passes, meal plans, etc.) was linked to our "magic bands." Good and bad at the same time--good because it was all in one place and we didn't have to worry about keeping up with wallets, tickets, paper, etc., but bad because one day we left the park and went thru a Taco Bell drive-thru only to discover that we didn't have any money and they didn't accept "magic bands." Funny now, but a bit embarrassing as we had to pull out of the drive-thru empty-handed!<br />
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All-in-all a great trip! The kids are still talking about it, reliving it thru their autograph books, and talking about when we return (probably in another five years, unless we hit the lottery!).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day when we were still all "fresh"!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some afternoon "down-time" at the pool.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast with the princesses!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Note to self--if you ever wonder why it looks like someone has been rummaging in your stroller while you were gone, it's this little guy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally got to meet her Minnie, that was one happy girl!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little retail therapy while the big girls were riding Tower of Terror with R.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ready, set, go!" for the Toy Story Mania Ride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loved meeting Princess Tiana. By far, one of the prettiest princesses at Disney.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Bye-bye Disney! We'll see you next time!"</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<span id="goog_342575984"></span><span id="goog_342575985"></span><br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-12073093943920253642014-06-09T07:05:00.001-04:002014-06-09T07:05:38.109-04:00Blogger guilt..........Blogger guilt........I'll admit that I haven't been too active on here lately, but didn't realize it had been almost two months! I could say, "wow, where has the time gone?", but I know where it's gone. In those two months, we've celebrated Easter and Mother's Day, the oldest got Invisalign, the youngest has undergone more allergy testing, we've attended school programs, gone to class picnics and field trips, completed a season of Lil' Kickers soccer, graduated from Preschool and moved up to 5th grade, and we've continued weekly dance and flute lessons. And just to make it interesting, throw in a trip to Disney at the end of all that. In other words, we've been slam busy with life and instead of writing about it, I've been living it. So no apologies from this guilty blogger!<br />
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A Disney post will follow shortly---too many cute pics to include here. Here are some pics to bring this up-to-date:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter morning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who knew you could find the Easter Bunny at McDonalds?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Art show at school</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K and her BFF's.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G getting her Invisalign. You can't see them because they are "invisible"--hahaha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our multiple trips to the pediatric dermatologist. Thank goodness for electronic devices!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss M on the playground.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, could this kid's smile get any bigger? She had just won a tablet for collecting the most boxtops/labels for education.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K and her BFF at their graduation party.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't believe she's going to be a kindergartner in the fall!</td></tr>
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It was a busy week. In fact, the past month has been overly busy with all the regular scheduled activities and then tossing in two birthdays with parties. I'm glad that Little Miss M's birthday is not until June--it gives me a bit of time to de-stress from these last two.<br />
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I've also started to bear witness to the passage of time with my middle child. Several weeks before her birthday she started telling me, "I'm almost 5 years old now." This would usually come up when it was something she didn't want to do. For example: a trip to Costco means that she and Little Miss M ride in the cart--just easier for me to keep them corralled. She told me, "Mom, I'm almost 5 years old now. I'm too big to ride in the cart." Another example: we were having breakfast and using the same cups with lids that we've used for a very long time and she announced, "Mom, I'm almost 5 years old now. I'm too big to use these cups with lids. I want a cup like G has." <br />
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I setup the birthday bucket, took cupcakes to school, celebrated the birthday with donuts for breakfast and Taco Bell for lunch, had a birthday dinner at Grammy's house, a birthday dinner with Mimi and Papa, and finished off the week with a party with all of her friends. <br />
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It was fun, crazy, chaotic and bittersweet at the same time. Somewhere, way back when, we decided that 10 would be the cut-off for the big parties with all the school friends, etc. A relief that it's over but some sadness that we've hit that milestone marker. I put together a photobook for her as a momento of the week--and it didn't hurt that I had a coupon code for a free book :-)<br />
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About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-74019885245391478492014-02-18T07:29:00.000-05:002014-02-18T07:29:20.035-05:00It comes in three's......They say things happen in "three's". If there is any truth to that, then yesterday I got all three of mine. <br />
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First, the hot water heater was leaking. It's almost fourteen years old and has been poked, prodded and worked on multiple times over it's lifetime, but I believe the end has finally come. R thinks it's leaking because it has a small hole in it. If that's the case, we either replace it now with minimal water clean-up or we wait until the whole bottom goes out and we replace it with a lot of water clean-up. Hmmmm, what to do, what to do?<br />
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Second, the girls had dentist appointments yesterday. That all went well until the dentist asked, "have we talked about orthodontics?" We had talked about the possibility of needing to "talk about orthodontics" at past visits, but we hadn't actually had "the talk". So yesterday became the day for "the talk". I suspect that before spring arrives my G will have her braces.<br />
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Third, and hopefully last, I've been having back issues for a long time. Actually it's been several years. Lower back pain will come and go and I can usually attribute it to some type of overwork or overuse. This time the dull, stabbing ache in my lower back has taken up residency there and it brought with it a dull, stabbing ache that comes around my midsection and goes down into my right hip. Sounds interesting, huh? The back is a degenerative disc in the lower vertebrae that can be attributed to age and all those years spent dancing, and the midsection pain is most likely the illiopsoas muscle which is inflamed from trying to compensate for the back issue. Getting old is not for sissies! <br />
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So with all that doom and gloom, I've decided to take the high-road of positivity:<br />
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We're going to install a bigger hot water heater-that means longer showers and more hot water for my big soaking tub :-). <br />
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G is eligible to wear the Invisalign braces which will mean a 9-12 month treatment period vs. 2 years in traditional metal braces. They are a little cheaper than traditional braces (very surprising to me) and I'll make less visits (it's a 40 minute drive) to the dentist.<br />
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And finally, hoping that a short stint of physical therapy will help alleviate the back and muscle pain and help me kickstart a little healthy weight loss so that I can continue doing fun things with my cuties.<br />
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<br />About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-40454336901189672192014-02-04T06:02:00.001-05:002014-02-04T06:02:55.709-05:00They keep me laughing.........My girls keep me laughing.......... <br />
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K has informed me that David (a schoolmate in her preschool class) is her Cinderella King. I think that translates to her Prince Charming but I'm scared to verbalize that in front of her and give her any more ideas. She also informed me that, as she was waltzing around the kitchen, she was dancing with Everett (another schoolmate in her preschool class). I am in so much trouble with this girl!<br />
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Little Miss M and I were playing with the playfood and I told her how much I liked cinnamon rolls to which she then took it and thru it on the floor. I asked why she thru my cinnamon roll on the floor and her response, "I was feeding the birds." <br />
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And to think that all this time I thought she was just tossing toys on the ground........<br />
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About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-87824399116573692602014-01-26T08:15:00.001-05:002014-01-26T08:15:52.715-05:00Firsts and LastsI took the girls to see "Frozen" this past week. I know, I know, I know. I am probably one of the few remaining people that I haven't seen this movie. I think it arrived in theaters at Thanksgiving and so I was pleasantly surprised that it was still playing.<br />
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This was Little Miss M's first movie in the theater experience.<br />
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She looked so little sitting in that big seat and when the movie screen first lit up, she almost looked a little scared from the dolby surround sound.<br />
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A little sadness for me......her first movie with all the little reactions that come from trying something new and a last also because by the end of the movie she was completely comfortable in her surroundings, ready to go again.<br />
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Also in the list of firsts and lasts, my big girl danced in her first Nutcracker performance. She was so excited (I think mostly about wearing makeup!) and did such a great job. She was a "party guest"--there wasn't a lot of actual dance steps, it was more skipping and changing formations, but she shone like a star. <br />
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G has a great stage presence, which I hadn't really noticed before. I probably should have since she loves to sing, dance, and shows a flair for the dramatic in our daily lives! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K performed the part of "proud Lil' Sis" perfectly!</td></tr>
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About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-61301802888361428372014-01-24T06:48:00.002-05:002014-01-24T06:48:38.236-05:00There was a little grey toothJanuary has already held some excitement here for us.<br />
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Little Miss M had her first "unscheduled" visit to the dentist. The Sunday before Christmas she took a fall at my Mom's house (walking across the kitchen floor in her socks). There was a little blood from where her teeth cut her lip but I gave here an ice pack and within 24 hours, the swelling was completely gone. There was no sign that anything had happened, until last week.<br />
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G called my attention to her discolored front tooth. I actually brushed it off thinking that she had just finished some cherry and berry fruit snacks and it was residual sugar. A pretty thorough brushing at bedtime still didn't remove it and so off to the dentist we went the next morning.<br />
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She is now the proud owner of a "dead" babytooth. Obviously, the fall was a little more significant than we thought. If we're lucky, the tooth will stay in place and just remain "grey". If it turns black or looks like infection is setting in, it will have to be removed.<br />
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I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it just stays in place. As vain as this may sound, I don't want all of here pictures between now and kindergarten to have a missing front tooth.<br />
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But then again, this is an opportunity for my fav photographer to practice her Photoshop skills! (Not easy to see, but it is the top front tooth on the left.)<br />
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About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-2129406624017486612014-01-20T07:25:00.000-05:002014-01-20T07:25:30.637-05:00First Full Week BackJust completed our first full week back in the pre-holiday routine (we really need to stay on a routine :-) and it looks like we may have some snow in the next 24 hours. I know the girls would really like some snow but as the mom, I really need them to go back to school!<br />
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We had a crazy, wonderful holiday season in 2013. The girls had school activities, we squeezed in some outside holiday activities, and we even managed a little down-time. I call that a successful season!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">K's Christmas program at preschool. Her "Cinderella King" is standing behind her!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annual trip to Christmastown at Busch Gardens.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss M was big enough to ride this year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">G and Grammy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls at Mimi and Papa's house getting ready to open presents.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls at Grammy and D-daddy's getting ready to open presents.</td></tr>
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As you can see from the pics, the theme was "opening presents". We are so blessed to have all of our family close-by and willing, able, and anxious to shower our kids with gifts! About Ushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169374880266155254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109724975424029545.post-31738912852496176142013-12-16T15:22:00.000-05:002013-12-17T05:58:29.333-05:00It was a year of many changes......It's hard to believe that we're about to wind down another year! Where has the time gone? Each year at this time, I create calendars for the grandmothers and as I was going back thru each month of the year, I was overwhelmed at how much my girls have changed. This has happened right before my very eyes! How can it be?<br />
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The most notable change, has of course, been with Little Miss M. One year ago she was still very much the baby. She is now a full blown toddler with a vocabulary that would make a 2nd grader jealous! How many two year-olds look at their own picture and say, "how adorable is this"? She cracks me up! The other day she was having a minor melt down over I'm not sure what and I asked her "why" she was whining. Her response, "I don't know." I love the fact that she can verbalize that.<br />
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As I perused those pictures, I realized that my sweet K had made the jump from toddler to little girl. Somewhere this past year, she lost that baby face, the one defined by the remaining baby fat, and now is officially a little girl. She is a force to be reckoned with! I love her mischievous grin! She loves princesses and all things pink and sparkly. And did I mention she is a social butterfly? She can't wait to get to school and see her friends and teachers. The only child I know that cried when we had a snow day last week and she couldn't go to school.<br />
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Last, but not least, my big girl. I can only say, "Wow!" G has really come into her own this past year with definite opinions on everything-how she likes to wear her hair, what clothes she likes, what she wants to do, and the list goes on. I'm so proud of the kid she has become. She is an awesome big sister to the littles. I'm sure they would say she is overbearing, but I see my own actions mirrored in her. Sometimes good, sometimes scary :-) This past year I've really seen her take-off academically. She was always a good student but this past year she has started expressing that desire to study and to excel. (and secretly I do the Snoopy happy dance over this!)<br />
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So for all who haven't noticed Santa yet, it's R! Doesn't he make a great Santa! I love that my favorite photographer comes up with these great ideas. I wish I had of thought of doing a family shot that included myself but I'll have to wait for another session for that.<br />
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